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Crossing Brooklyn Ferry


1 FLOOD-TIDE below me! I watch you face to face; Clouds of the west! sun there half an hour high! I see  
 you also face to face.
2Crowds of men and women attired in the usual cos- 
 tumes! how curious you are to me!
On the ferry-boats, the hundreds and hundreds that  
 cross, returning home, are more curious to me  
 than you suppose;
And you that shall cross from shore to shore years hence,  
 are more to me, and more in my meditations,  
 than you might suppose.
3The impalpable sustenance of me from all things, at  
 all hours of the day;
The simple, compact, well-join'd scheme—myself dis- 
 integrated, every one disintegrated, yet part of  
 the scheme;
The similitudes of the past, and those of the future; The glories strung like beads on my smallest sights and  
 hearings—on the walk in the street, and the  
 passage over the river;
The current rushing so swiftly, and swimming with me  
 far away;
The others that are to follow me, the ties between me  
 and them;
The certainty of others—the life, love, sight, hearing  
 of others.
  [ begin page 186 ]ppp.00473.186.jpg 4Others will enter the gates of the ferry, and cross  
 from shore to shore;
Others will watch the run of the flood-tide; Others will see the shipping of Manhattan north and  
 west, and the heights of Brooklyn to the south  
 and east;
Others will see the islands large and small; Fifty years hence, others will see them as they cross,  
 the sun half an hour high;
A hundred years hence, or ever so many hundred years  
 hence, others will see them,
Will enjoy the sunset, the pouring in of the flood-tide,  
 the falling back to the sea of the ebb-tide.
5It avails not, neither time or place—distance avails  
I am with you, you men and women of a generation,  
 or ever so many generations hence;
I project myself—also I return—I am with you, and  
 know how it is.
6Just as you feel when you look on the river and sky  
 so I felt;
Just as any of you is one of a living crowd, I was one  
 of a crowd;
Just as you are refresh'd by the gladness of the river  
 and the bright flow, I was refresh'd;
Just as you stand and lean on the rail, yet hurry with  
 the swift current, I stood, yet was hurried;
Just as you look on the numberless masts of ships, and  
 the thick-stem'd pipes of steamboats, I look'd.
7I too many and many a time cross'd the river, the  
 sun half an hour high;
I watched the Twelfth-month sea-gulls—I saw them  
 high in the air, floating with motionless wings,  
 oscillating their bodies,
  [ begin page 187 ]ppp.00473.187.jpg I saw how the glistening yellow lit up parts of their  
 bodies, and left the rest in strong shadow,
I saw the slow-wheeling circles, and the gradual edging  
 toward the south.
8I too saw the reflection of the summer sky in the  
Had my eyes dazzled by the shimmering track of  
Look'd at the fine centrifugal spokes of light round the  
 shape of my head in the sun-lit water,
Look'd on the haze on the hills southward and south- 
Look'd on the vapor as it flew in fleeces tinged with  
Look'd toward the lower bay to notice the arriving  
Saw their approach, saw aboard those that were near me, Saw the white sails of schooners and sloops, saw the  
 ships at anchor,
The sailors at work in the rigging, or out astride the  
The round masts, the swinging motion of the hulls, the  
 slender serpentine pennants,
The large and small steamers in motion, the pilots in  
 their pilot-houses,
The white wake left by the passage, the quick trem- 
 ulous whirl of the wheels,
The flags of all nations, the falling of them at sun-set, The scallop-edged waves in the twilight, the ladled  
 cups, the frolicsome crests and glistening,
The stretch afar growing dimmer and dimmer, the gray  
 walls of the granite store-houses by the docks,
On the river the shadowy group, the big steam-tug  
 closely flank'd on each side by the barges—the  
 hay-boat, the belated lighter,
On the neighboring shore, the fires from the foundry  
 chimneys burning high and glaringly into the  
  [ begin page 188 ]ppp.00473.188.jpg Casting their flicker of black, contrasted with wild red  
 and yellow light, over the tops of houses, and  
 down into the clefts of streets.
9These, and all else, were to me the same as they are  
 to you;
I project myself a moment to tell you—also I return.
10I loved well those cities; I loved well the stately and rapid river; The men and women I saw were all near to me; Others the same—others who look back on me, because  
 I look'd forward to them;
(The time will come, though I stop here to-day and  
11What is it, then, between us? What is the count of the scores or hundreds of years  
 between us?
12Whatever it is, it avails not—distance avails not,  
 and place avails not.
13I too lived—Brooklyn, of ample hills, was mine; I too walked the streets of Manhattan Island, and  
 bathed in the waters around it;
I too felt the curious abrupt questionings stir within  
In the day, among crowds of people, sometimes they  
 came upon me,
In my walks home late at night, or as I lay in my bed,  
 they came upon me.
14I too had been struck from the float forever held in  
I too had receiv'd identity by my Body; That I was, I knew was of my body—and what I  
 should be, I knew I should be of my body.
  [ begin page 189 ]ppp.00473.189.jpg 15It is not upon you alone the dark patches fall, The dark threw patches down upon me also; The best I had done seem'd to me blank and sus- 
My great thoughts, as I supposed them, were they not  
 in reality meagre? would not people laugh at  
16It is not you alone who know what it is to be evil; I am he who knew what it was to be evil; I too knitted the old knot of contrariety, Blabb'd, blush'd, resented, lied, stole, grudg'd, Had guile, anger, lust, hot wishes I dared not  
Was wayward, vain, greedy, shallow, sly, cowardly,  
The wolf, the snake, the hog, not wanting in me, The cheating look, the frivolous word, the adulterous  
 wish, not wanting,
Refusals, hates, postponements, meanness, laziness,  
 none of these wanting.
17But I was Manhattanese, friendly and proud! I was call'd by my nighest name by clear loud voices  
 of young men as they saw me approaching or  
Felt their arms on my neck as I stood, or the negligent  
 leaning of their flesh against me as I sat,
Saw many I loved in the street, or ferry-boat, or public  
 assembly, yet never told them a word,
Lived the same life with the rest, the same old laugh- 
 ing, gnawing, sleeping,
Play'd the part that still looks back on the actor or  
The same old role, the role that is what we make it,  
 as great as we like,
Or as small as we like, or both great and small.
  [ begin page 190 ]ppp.00473.190.jpg 18Closer yet I approach you; What thought you have of me, I had as much of you  
 —I laid in my stores in advance;
I consider'd long and seriously of you before you were  
19Who was to know what should come home to me? Who knows but I am enjoying this? Who knows but I am as good as looking at you now,  
 for all you cannot see me?
20It is not you alone, nor I alone; Not a few races, nor a few generations, nor a few  
It is that each came, or comes, or shall come, from its  
 due emission, without fail, either now, or then,  
 or henceforth.
21Every thing indicates—the smallest does, and the  
 largest does;
A necessary film envelops all, and envelops the Soul  
 for a proper time.
22Now I am curious what sight can ever be more stately  
 and admirable to me than my mast-hemm'd  
My river and sun-set, and my scallop-edg'd waves of  
The sea-gulls oscillating their bodies, the hay-boat in  
 the twilight, and the belated lighter;
Curious what Gods can exceed these that clasp me by  
 the hand, and with voices I love call me promptly  
 and loudly by my nighest name as I approach;
Curious what is more subtle than this which ties me  
 to the woman or man that looks in my face,
Which fuses me into you now, and pours my meaning  
 into you.
  [ begin page 191 ]ppp.00473.191.jpg 23We understand, then, do we not? What I promis'd without mentioning it, have you not  
What the study could not teach—what the preaching  
 could not accomplish, is accomplish'd, is it not?
What the push of reading could not start, is started  
 by me personally, is it not?
24Flow on, river! flow with the flood-tide, and ebb  
 with the ebb-tide!
Frolic on, crested and scallop-edged waves! Gorgeous clouds of the sun-set! drench with your  
 splendor me, or the men and women generations  
 after me;
Cross from shore to shore, countless crowds of pas- 
Stand up, tall masts of Mannahatta!—stand up, beauti- 
 ful hills of Brooklyn!
Bully for you! you proud, friendly, free Manhat- 
Throb, baffled and curious brain! throw out questions  
 and answers!
Suspend here and everywhere, eternal float of solu- 
Blab, blush, lie, steal, you or I or any one after us! Gaze, loving and thirsting eyes, in the house, or street,  
 or public assembly!
Sound out, voices of young men! loudly and musically  
 call me by my nighest name!
Live, old life! play the part that looks back on the  
 actor or actress!
Play the old role, the role that is great or small,  
 according as one makes it!
Consider, you who peruse me, whether I may not in  
 unknown ways be looking upon you;
Be firm, rail over the river, to support those who lean  
 idly, yet haste with the hasting current;
Fly on, sea-birds! fly sideways, or wheel in large cir- 
 cles high in the air;
  [ begin page 192 ]ppp.00473.192.jpg Receive the summer sky, you water! and faithfully  
 hold it, till all downcast eyes have time to take  
 it from you;
Diverge, fine spokes of light, from the shape of my  
 head, or any one's head, in the sun-lit water;
Come on, ships from the lower bay! pass up or down,  
 white-sail'd schooners, sloops, lighters!
Flaunt away, flags of all nations! be duly lower'd at  
Burn high your fires, foundry chimneys! cast black  
 shadows at nightfall! cast red and yellow light  
 over the tops of the houses;
Appearances, now or henceforth, indicate what you  
You necessary film, continue to envelop the soul; About my body for me, and your body for you, be  
 hung our divinest aromas;
Thrive, cities! bring your freight, bring your shows,  
 ample and sufficient rivers;
Expand, being than which none else is perhaps more  
Keep your places, objects than which none else is more  
25We descend upon you and all things—we arrest you  
We realize the soul only by you, you faithful solids  
 and fluids;
Through you color, form, location, sublimity, ideality; Through you every proof, comparison, and all the sug- 
 gestions and determinations of ourselves.
26You have waited, you always wait, you dumb, beau- 
 tiful ministers! you novices!
We receive you with free sense at last, and are insati- 
 ate henceforward;
Not you any more shall be able to foil us, or with- 
 hold yourselves from us;
  [ begin page 193 ]ppp.00473.193.jpg We use you, and do not cast you aside—we plant you  
 permanently within us;
We fathom you not—we love you—there is perfection  
 in you also;
You furnish your parts toward eternity; Great or small, you furnish your parts toward the  
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